Finish Them!

I have been updating this story like nobody's freaking business. I even have a map of Popstar on Deviantart. My penname is Tricrax. It's in my scraps.

If anyone is interested, I wrote another story called Adventures: Fanservice. It's part of this mainly because it's M-Rated, and this is T. Remember when Samus fought the Houndoom and a reporter snapped a shot of her? That plot point somehow formed into a whole one-shot. There may be a sequel in the form of another chapter. I'm not sure yet.

Here's a few notes for those of you who may become confused.

Dragon Star was Drahamak until the Star Millennium. During that time, there was a revolution of the Sages, during which the Planets were all renamed to include the name Star.

The original Shadow Sage went mad, causing the revolution of the Sages. When he was dealt with, his evil influence was permanently ingrained into the universe. After that, they seperated the aspects of the Shadow element into Shadow and Darkness. The Star Element opposed Shadow while Light opposed Darkness, allowing for a perfect balance of the elements.

Things Not Original in This Chapter

Jessica - Character - Dragon Quest VIII

Yangus - Character - Dragon Quest VIII

Angelo - Character - Dragon Quest VIII

Hero - Character - Dragon Quest VIII

Red - Character - Dragon Quest VIII

Master Chief - Character - Halo

Teen Titans - Characters/Team - DC

Brother Blood - Character - DC

Popstar, Alexandria

Jessica had her whip in one hand, a staff in the other. Beside her was Yangus, who carried an axe.

"Weren't Angelo s'posed to come 'elp us fight those bloody monsters the 'edge'og told us 'bout?" Yangus asked.

"As I recall, he is. Hero couldn't make it, though. He was informed of a Dragon coming towards the Trodain Kingdom, and he is the Captain of the Guard," Jessica said.

"I'm certain Hero will hold up against the Dragon. When I first went to Trodain, he told me to come help you two," Angelo said, walking down the path.

"And 'e decided to bring me along. It didn't take much persuadin'. Pretty boy 'ere told me you lot had some trouble and treasure. Course, with Yangus in trouble, I rushed right on over. Treasure just got me to come quicker," Red said.

"Wot you got to fight wit, Red? Surely you ain't usin' that bloomin' dagger!" Yangus exclaimed.

"If you'd gimme back me bloody Flail o' Fury, we won't have a problem with weapons, now would we?" Red said, snippily.

Yangus scratched his head for a moment, nodding in agreement, before pulling out said weapon and handing it to Red.

"What's the trouble? I wasn't given much of a report," Angelo inquired.

"According to Shadow, there will be a horde of monsters that can clone themselves coming. The abilities seem to be lashing out and tying up the enemies. Donlan mentioned they have poisonous wrappings. They're called Soccer Mummies. There's also supposed to be a large bird called Zephyr who can cause massive gusts of wind with its wings," Jessica answered.

On cue, the monsters began to approach.

Jessica pointed the staff, and an explosion knocked down the numbers significantly. She then dropped the staff and ran forward, whip in hand. The Ancient Magic form of the Boom series was useful, but it drained her way too fast.

Yangus twirled his axe, sending a current of air that could slice through metal. The numbers dropped even more. Angelo focused energy into his sword, whispering words to channel the spirits to do his bidding. The Ex-Templar plunged his sword into the ground, and glowing runes appeared. Lightning came from the heavens, knocking the numbers down to three.

After that display of power, the crew had to rest a few seconds, which was all the Soccer Mummies needed. The amount of strange bandaging that flew from them was uncountable as it wrapped the three heroes tightly. The poison was already creeping in, and the monsters were already duplicating rapidly. To make matters worse, Zephyr was approaching.

The three heroes were too busy gasping for air to wonder where Red had gone.

Hunter Base

Master Chief was rarely at the Hunter Base. Usually, he was busy fighting in some form or fashion against anything he could find. It had been a slow week, so he decided to swing by for a bit. He heard an odd sound, and he instinctively went into battle mode. His scanners told him that it was a chameleon type creature, and was artificial. It also had programming that was irreparably evil. Currently, it was right above him.

His gun found the mark really quick.

Titans' Tower

A number of heroes had set up their own bases far away from the Hunter Base, and reported to it every now and then. The Hunter Base was located dead in the center of Popstar. The right point was considered the DC area, though no one knew where the name came from. Here is where Siyon had come. Most of the heroes were busy with a number of things.

The Teen Titans was group that was stretched very thin. Beastboy had been recruited to help the Doom Patrol. Nightwing was taking care of some business in Bludhaven, Starfire at his side. Cyborg and Raven were the only ones home, and the first was busy trying track the latest doings of Brother Blood.

Raven sat on the top of the Tower, meditating, busy trying to detect anything that might attack. She found her opposition quickly.

The strange alien creature, Siyon, flew towards the half-demon, its laser shooting. Raven opened her eyes and projected a shield, which took the impact and dissipated upon command.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

Small, metal marbles emerged from cloak and shot towards Siyon at an incredible speed. It cracked the cockpit and smashed into the laser. Siyon squealed in fright and anger, the only noise it could really make.

Blue energy surrounded it, then shot out as a spear. The mental jettison crashed into Raven, giving her the migraine of her life. She couldn't do anything for a moment but drop to her knees and hold her head in intense pain. She got her concentration back to push it away in time for Siyon to smash into her head with its ship. Blood flew from Raven's nose and her right eye was already purpling as she flew back.

She was surrounded by black energy in her anger as she floated up.

"So you want a battle of wits?" she asked, calling up her demonic side in anger, "You'll find that I have an advantage."

Raven sent out her own spear of mental energy towards Siyon, who retaliated with its mental spear. The energies twirled around each other, trying to dominate for a few moments, before the blue energy was quashed.

Siyon was sent flying into the roof, and Raven calmed herself. Cyborg walked out on the roof.

"What's with all the commotion, Rae?" he asked.

"Something attacked me. I got rid of it," Raven replied, curtly, before melting into her shadow, teleporting to her room.

Cyborg took a picture of the remains of Siyon, then set to work cleaning it.

Clearing in Forests of Illusions

Cloud had ditched Fenrir just outside the eerie forest and set it to auto-defense, causing it to drive off if anyone other than Cloud tried to ride it. Currently, the ex-SOLIDER had just entered the clearing, where his scanner had lead him. He muttered, before putting up the scanner and looking around for the Experiment.

He felt a searing pain in his leg, causing him to fall, clutching it. It burned intensely, and yet seemed to be frozen. He felt it cautiously, trying not to irritate the wound and quickly found a single needle. He pulled it out, and the pain went away.

Of course, the pain was replaced by a different kind when a blast slammed into his chest. He stumbled for a moment, before seeing Black Hole, tuxedo, mask, hat, and all disappearing into the shadows.

He called upon his Sense Materia and attuned his hearing. He tilted his head slightly, hearing a slight whistle. The needle cut nothing but air as it sped passed him.

"I see I will have to kick it into overdrive, I suppose?" Black Hole asked, before disappearing.

A flurry of needles shot towards Cloud from all directions: up, down, left, right, forward, back. He leapt up, twirling his sword, deflecting all the needles up higher. The ones below succeeded in jutting through his pants and into his legs. Cloud gritted in pain as he fell back to the earth, the heat and cold somehow working in some horrible combination of brutality, almost making him wish he was dead.

Black Hole appeared above Cloud and landed an axe kick on his chest, before jumping back and disappearing. A single blast shot from the hole before evaporating. Cloud, in his painful fit, luckily succeeded in avoiding it. He had prepared for the pain, so he was able to get over it about as fast as the first time, despite the increase in dosage. The removal process took longer, and he continued to dodge various triple shots of needles.

From what he guessed, the other experiment, Quill Bomb, was unable to grow his quills quickly enough to do another massive shot like before. Black Hole was forming a warp hole around the experiment, and then he manipulated them to shoot through certain ones in that unavoidable attack.

Cloud stood up, and focused on a different Materia. Fire engulfed his Buster Sword, which pointed at a warp hole. Black Hole briefly appeared, then disappeared. Cloud whirled around, rapidly shooting Firaga. He heard Black Hole shout in pain, then he saw him fall from a warp hole behind him, Quill Bomb in hand. The mercenary focused on a different Materia, and a wall of energy formed between him and the thrown experiment.

The needles exploded in every direction, but they bounced harmlessly off the Protect shield. Black Hole wasn't so lucky. About thirty needles lodged themselves in his body. All that pain overloaded his nerves, dulling them, but ripping through his mind in any case. He was sent into a twitching fit.

Cloud tossed a grenade towards them, then ran off at high speeds. Fenrir situated itself so that he immediately leapt onto it as soon as he was out of the woods.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The earth rocked with the force of the grenade, which was fortunately just a concussive. However, it had been strong enough and expertly thrown. Black Hole and Quill Bomb had been situated just beneath it. They were crushed by the force of it as it pushed them down into the hard dirt.

Cloud pulled out his cell phone and dialed Shadow's number, still driving.

"Shadow."

"Quill Bomb and Black Hole have been taken care of."

"That was fast."

"They were just created today and I'm an expert at fighting. No contest."

"Point. I've gotten other reports of experiments being taken care of. Don't worry about getting any more."

"Alright."

Cloud flipped the phone closed, pocketed it, put on his goggles, and got his full attention on the road before him. A drop by the 7th Heaven sounded like a good idea.

Cutting Edge

FPS had situated himself on a high cliff, called Cutting Edge for some inexplicable reason, overlooking a large town, where he was currently busy trying to snipe the mayor. There had been a parade, as the mayor was one of the rare kind of politician who was honorable and a good mayor. He had to die.

Of course, personal dilemmas were higher prioritized than general mischief when it came to the experiments. This was proven when Hexabyte appeared. FPS immediately whirled around a shot several blasts at the virus-like experiment, who flew above the blasts, then shot down towards him.

Somehow, FPS and Hexabyte had been programmed with an intense hatred for one another. It may have been a slip-up, or Enverse may have just decided to do something whimsical. Either way, it wasn't a good move.

FPS shot a spray shot that Hexabyte caught in the chest, sending him reeling. FPS then pushed a button on his gun arm, and activated it again. A grenade was propelled towards Hexabyte at an extreme rate. The virus was sent flying into the rocks.

FPS went to inspect his kill. His silver eye looked him over, and he raised his gun again. Hexabyte snapped out a claw that dug into the gun. Hexabyte felt a variety of energies pulsing through his being, all of them painful. Hexabyte grinned maliciously as his face changed into that of FPS's briefly, then reverted back to normal.

Hexabyte flew up, shoving FPS back, causing him to stumble and fall. He held up his right arm, which formed the gun. A button press and an activation later, FPS was on the harmful end of a concussive blast that knocked him off the cliff, screaming in anger the whole way down.

Hexabyte, to be thorough, tossed a grenade after him and floated off, satisfied.

Alexandria

Zephyr beat its mighty wings back and forth, blowing the three adventurers into the walls of the city. The Soccer Mummies slammed into them, further adding to the pain. One or two of them merely slammed into the, recently, stone-reinforced walls, which caused them to burst into wisps of smoke and bandages. Small blessings that caused large bruises for the heroes who defeated the mighty Lord Rhapthorne.

That's when Red burst from behind the bushes, Flail of Fury in hand. The weapon bashed Zephyr's skull in, causing the strange, reptilian bird to cry out and fly around haphazardly. Red swung again, and the chained weapon smashed the experiment's right wing, causing the limb to crumple in pain. It fell to the ground, and Red quickly shanked it with her usual knife to end it.

Of course, there was still the matter of the Soccer Mummies, which had continued to multiply. She could see that Jessica and the others were getting steadily closer to death.

Red growled obscenities, somewhat quietly, as she rushed towards the group, her flail swing beside her. The weapon snapped out, and several of the monsters burst. Angelo fell free and quickly cast Squelch on himself and the others, curing the poison. The next move was a round of Full heals.

Of course, the Squelch was wasted on all but him as the Soccer Mummies continued to inject their deadly toxin into the veins of the heroes. So, Angelo and Red started to slice and smash through the group of monsters, who continued to multiply.

Despite that annoyance, they succeeded in getting their team free, and they quickly reduced the numbers once more. However, with Red still backing them up, the hesitations were fewer.

They all took in a deep breath as they surveyed the landscape. One Soccer Mummy left.

"I got this 'un, mates," Yangus said.

"Quickly, now," Angelo suggested.

"TYPHOEUS' MAUL!"

The axe came crashing down on the last Soccer Mummy with a devastating effect. It burst, ending the fight. Yangus' axe came to rest on the former bandit's shoulder.

"Pretty good, eh?" he asked.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Druid Divide

Several centuries ago, there had been an enormous amount of Druids, mostly congregated in a canyon, prompting the name. Eventually, most scattered or died out. There was only one inhabitant within the canyon at this point. However, what he saw, he would never forget.

A loud scream tore through the air, but Brujaa avoided the sonic blast with a quick aerial maneuver. Banshee cursed silently, then slipped behind a rock. She nodded to Reaper, who nodded back.

A chain emerged from Reaper's hands, and he formed a portal through Darkness, which it snaked into. Brujaa landed, and the chain slithered out of his shadow. A knife emerged from the chain, and it dug into Brujaa's side. Brujaa screamed in the sudden pain, while trying to remove the knife. He grabbed the chain, focused, and using Ecto-energy, increased his strength enough to break the chain from the knife. Ecto-electricity surged through the chain, causing Reaper to go through a brief spastic fit.

Brujaa pulled the chain with his, currently increased, strength, successfully ripping Reaper through the warp hole and out of his shadow. Brujaa then punched him once in the face, still enhanced. After that, the strength fluctuated for a moment as he continued to waylay Reaper, and it returned to normal. Reaper caused a bolo on a chain to emerge from his chest and smash Brujaa's. The half-ghost bent over in pain, letting Reaper get free.

Brujaa held up a hand to attack, but Banshee chose that moment to exercise her vocal chords. She manipulated them in a way to force Brujaa to his knees, holding his ears in pain as they began to bleed from the intensity of the sound.

Reaper twirled the bolo, before letting it fly. It wrapped around Brujaa, before smacking him in the chest again, increasing the damage to the area. Banshee stopped to suck in the breath to replenish her abnormally large lungs. Reaper yanked Brujaa in a table-turned fashion. However, Brujaa didn't stab Reaper. Reaper did stab Brujaa, though.

Of course, Fate didn't like Reaper as it did Brujaa. Probably because Reaper was an abomination against Nature and Brujaa fixed the time stream. In any case, it decided to do something nice. Sort of.

Hexabyte sped through the Druid Divide and grabbed Reaper, choosing to ignore Brujaa. Reaper felt the strange, painful sensation, before he was tossed to the side. Banshee was unable to avoid the similar treatment. Brujaa was faintly aware that he was no longer being stabbed, as his eyes had been screwed up in pain. After a moment, Hexabyte was gone, and Brujaa's anger had begun to boil.

Reaper stood up, dizzy and disoriented.

Brujaa's eyes snapped open.

Boiling point.

A field of blue energy emerged from Brujaa, surrounding Banshee and Reaper, along with a bit of the rocky walls. The shock wave washed through the field, obliterating the rock and earth. Banshee and Reaper screeched as they became naught but energy, crumbled by the shockwave. Brujaa picked up what was normally the ghost-catching device and activated it. The energy started to drain towards him.

The Druid had stumbled when the rocky wall had shifted violently, and his cup had been flung into the air. He was just glad that he hadn't been flung in the air.

The metal cup smacked Brujaa on the back of the head, causing him to lurch forward and drop the Ghost Catcher. However, the energies were erratic still. They swirled and whipped about. One of the wisps touched Brujaa as he started to stand up, causing a chain reaction. The energy began to force feed itself into him. He was rendered silent until the event stopped, leaving him completely drained.

Brujaa blacked out. He laid there for a few moments, before another figure appeared. It was Pulse, the strange seal. It whirled about, looking confused. It knew there had been a few Experiments that would have been perfect if together.

A black spike of energy emerged rapidly from its shadow, piercing it. Its vocal chords had been slit, which meant that it was unable to scream. The look on its face revealed that it definitely wanted to. The black spike was removed, and it fell, bleeding.

Then the figure responsible appeared. The great, black wings allowed her shadow to envelope Brujaa completely. Nightlark hummed to herself, almost absently, as she looked up and down Brujaa's figure.

"You're cute, I'll give you that. And you seem to have some qualities like me. I'll see you later," Nightlark commented.

Brujaa sunk into his shadow, to reappear in Shadow's lab. At the time, Shadow didn't question it. Later, he figured out what happened, just not why.

Star Desert

Archangel was amongst the strongest of the Experiments when surrounded by light. The Star Desert was pouring the necessary light. She was practically a god. Nitemare had come with her, sensing the strength within the Experiment. The civilians they had encountered so far were currently experiencing their worst fears come to life, unless Archangel disposed of them.

A burst of wind blew Archangel and Nitemare to the ground. Rose floated down, followed by Vogma. Energy flowed from them, pouring into the Experiments, still pinned down by the wind.

Gradually, any semblance of evil programming was purged from their minds.

"Thank you," Archangel said.

Nitemare made various hissing noises. Archangel said he shared her gratitude. The Sages nodded.

"You may want to head to the Hunter Base. Your abilities would be put to good use there," Rose suggested.

"We will."

Rose and Vogma turned to each other, mentally scanning for the final abominations. They nodded, having found it, then warped.

Star Point

Alright, I admit it, I lied. The Hunter Base isn't located dead in the center of Popstar. It's several miles to the north of the center of Popstar. The center of Popstar on a map will show a blue square with a star in it. This place is referred to by a great many names. Star Sage's Temple. Ben's Refuge. Orion's Center. The correct term is Star Point, though it is, in effect, the Star Sage's Temple. The irony is that his is the smallest Temple, whereas he's the most important Sage.

This is where the final Experiments had come. Mirror and Stratagem. The Donlan-Clone had carried them here, as it had enough divine energy necessary to combat anything that came near them, in theory.

Rose and her pet, Amy, the strange Chimera, with Vogma and his odd buffalo, Daren. Stratagem sent a command, and Mirror created clones of the Sages. Abominations created abominations made in the image of the holiest beings on hallowed grounds. That demands attention.

Several other beings shot down.

Anne, the Sage of Ice and Water, wore cowgirl garb, pistols and all.

Joseph, the Sage of Thunder and Lightning, wore a karate gi and had a bo-staff.

Jericho, the Dragon Sage, was just as his name described. He had a humanoid frame.

Ben, the Star Sage, wore a robe and had a large gauntlet on his right hand with a Star Rod in the other.

Grant, the Sage of Earth, had huge, grey armor. His face was not visible, nor was any other part of his body.

Maria, the Sage of Light, had a flowing, white gown. Her silver hair glowed brightly.

Rufio, the Sage of Darkness, had a rippling, black cloak. He twirled both of his swords, obviously itching for a fight.

Mirror started to conjure the Sages' döppelgangers, but to no avail. Ben seized the creation that dared to defy the gods with his divine energies. Maria and Rufio ran through the energy, blasting and slicing the abominations.

Anne and Joseph smiled at each other, before turning their attention on the Vogma-Clone. It found itself covered in ice, which was then pumped full of electricity. The creation dispersed.

Jericho took in a deep lungful of air, then projected a fireball of immense magnitude that knocked the Rose-Clone to the ground. Earth surrounded it, and Grant landed on the creation, destroying it.

The Donlan-Clone looked around, panicked, until Ben threw a star-shaped energy disc through it.

"Was there a reason all of you had to come?" Rose asked.

"We enjoy overkill," Mal said.

"It's a good thing when the good guys get to pawn the baddies," Ben said.

"Plus, we were bored," Anne added.

"Let's get home before the heroes starting asking us to fix all of their problems," Rufio said.

They all nodded, forming into a pillar of light and dispersing.

Hunter Base

"We'll have to at least hide it far out of sight. I won't risk an event like this happening again," Shadow said.

"Let's just destroy it. It is a good thing to have, but it can be used so improperly it's not even worth having. I mean, yeah, I did want to create a butler to do everything for me, but let's just get rid of it," Donlan answered.

Shadow nodded, then raised his hand.

"CHAOS SPEAR!"

Yellow energy swirled around the machine, then shot into it as spears, obliterating it. Donlan heaved a sigh of sadness.

"Is Brujaa awake yet?" Donlan asked.

"Eh, let him sleep a while longer. My energy readings report that he's had some weird fluctuations. It should stop in a few hours, but until then, he'll need rest. In the meantime, you got a call a little while back from Dragon Star," Shadow asked.

"Alright then. Thanks," Donlan replied, heading for the call reception computer.